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istine’s eyes.

Belated regret fell over him.

He was filled with a flood of rage earlier that he couldn’t control himself.

Tarkan knew that his killing intent was overwhelming and oppressive.
He figured that after seeing him like that, Aristine would find him uncomfortable and be fearful of him like everyone else.

She might either tremble in fear, avoid him or look up at him with awe.
He didn’t like either of those options.

Aristine was a woman who did everything her own way.

She was someone who opened her eyes wide and spat out absurd words from the first day they met.

Strangely, he didn’t mind her like that.

If she changed…

Right as he was thinking that, a soft and warm hand touched his coarse and hard fingers.

Tarkan looked at Aristine in surprise, like he’d been burned.

She was smiling at him.

“Thank you, Tarkan.”

—While saying that.

Tarkan opened his mouth.
But no sound came out.
Instead, he frowned and looked away.

Perhaps because it was now summer, the day felt hot.

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He stood like that, not saying anything; just feeling the warmth on his fingertips.

After a long yet short moment passed, the hand that was touching him moved away just as suddenly as it arrived.

Tarkan’s fingers twitched in regret for the lost warmth.

“As expected, you are a reliable partner.
That could have been really bad.”

Aristine grinned.

It was the condition she put forth when she first proposed that they should form an alliance.

That he should protect her from danger.

Tarkan felt a little bothered.
His actions were not because of that.

When he was protecting Aristine, he wasn’t thinking of any contract, conditions, demands or political alliances.

He was just—.

“But Tarkan.”

Aristine’s expression was serious despite the smile on her face.

“You knew that Brodie stole the scalpel.”

Her gaze was full of conviction.

“…Yes.”

Tarkan slowly nodded.

Aristine tilted her head.
She couldn’t figure out why Tarkan didn’t tell her.

That could have gone really badly.

Had she known beforehand that Brodie had stolen the scalpel, she wouldn’t have been so defenseless.

What if Tarkan hadn’t showed up?

Even if he showed up, if he had been a little late…

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“Why didn’t you tell me? And I don’t think it’s because you weren’t sure.”

Tarkan fell silent for a bit.

“If I told you, you would act more careful.”

“What?”

That was an answer she couldn’t understand even more.

“…You lived in confinement,” Tarkan’s golden eyes slowly fixed itself on Aristine, “Your actions were bound, and your life was also restricted.”

She lived in a small, cramped room for over ten years.

“That…”

Aristine closed her mouth, stopping the words that were about to leave.
Her voice couldn’t come out.

Because she knew what Tarkan was talking about.

Somehow, it felt like there was breeze blowing under her chest.
A breeze that was hot, cold, and maybe warm.

Her eyes met his in the air.

Aristine didn’t know what kind of expression she was making.

But seeing the look on her face, Tarkan couldn’t stop himself from reaching out to her.

His large hand cupped her small face.

“Here, there is nobody or anything that will limit your actions or freedom.”

His black hair fell onto her face.

Under the shade, Tarkan’s eyes shone down on Aristine like the sun.

“They can’t limit it.”

Because he would make sure of that.

His voice sounded too firm to be just assurance and it was full of determination.